Winter is here
the weather is clear
the air is so crisp and cold
The mountains are covered
the trees are smothered
it’s like they’re being all dressed in gold
Hitting the slopes
i know just how to cope
it makes me feel so bold
My board is all waxed
i’m ready to go
off to the hills
to my kind of freedom
Open to all kinds of criticism but if possible don't be a complete dick, I'm not that good of a writer.
the weather is clear
the air is so crisp and cold
The mountains are covered
the trees are smothered
it’s like they’re being all dressed in gold
Hitting the slopes
i know just how to cope
it makes me feel so bold
My board is all waxed
i’m ready to go
off to the hills
to my kind of freedom
Open to all kinds of criticism but if possible don't be a complete dick, I'm not that good of a writer.


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